At This Point I Meet Me Face

I Consider Calmly The Question Of How Much Evil I Should Need To Kill Off My Finer Feelings.

Some People Say That Beauty Is A Curse. It May Be True, But I'm Sure I Should Not Have At All Minded Being Cursed A Little.

Some Day The Devil Will Come To Me And Say: 'come With Me.'and I Will Answer: 'yes.

A Genius Who Does Not Know That He Is A Genius Is No Genius.

I Want To Write Such Things As Compel The Admiring Acclamation Of The World At Large, Such Things As Are Written But Once In Years, Things Subtle But Distinctly Different From The Books Written Every Day.